Rose was caught off guard by his heated lips on hers, feeling as if she were under a spell—a spell that made her want more. Shock was evident in her eyes, but soon, it was replaced by something else, something she couldn't quite place, as she kissed him back.
The kiss was slow yet punishing, mind-blowing yet scolding. His lips moved with a purpose, a force that seemed to command her attention. Rose felt her breath catch in her chest, the way his mouth worked magic with hers making her realize something she hadn't considered before. For him to be this good, it could only mean one thing: he had undoubtedly kissed countless women before. That thought ignited a spark of anger in her.
